escaping to paradise (Luna/Olivia) blitz

Losing the bottom half of my left leg was something that I was still getting used to. The pain had begun to fade, but I had a feeling that it would always linger. I was furious at myself for being so arrogant, losing focus long enough for the stupid (gorgeous) blonde from one to slice through it so easily, so cleanly.

Of course, my mother hated it with a burning passion that had slightly managed to impress me, not that I would ever tell her that. From the moment I limped into the house all stitches and bruises, she had begun her rampage. Yelling and screaming and even crying. But I was tired- exhausted- so instead of putting on that stupid fake smile I had slammed the door in her face and locked myself up in my room. For the first time in years, I cried myself to sleep that night.

Now I stood in the training center like a newborn horse, trying to get used to my new center of gravity, used to the new prosthetic that hugged my aching stump so tightly that I was sure it would cut off the circulation. Not that that would matter. I think. I wasn't quite sure- could an amputated stump die from lack of circulating blood?

Sighing I try to lash out with my spear the tip penetrating the dunes stomach when my eyes catch sight of a familiar face. Smirking I rip the spear from the dummy's stomach and head towards stunning career and ex(?, wasn't quite sure about the situation there either, oops) "Luna, my love, did you hear the news? Sum blonde bitch sliced off my leg!"